This is a story of the odyssey Who had tongues without mute Remotely controlled by a minute Iota of a heresey Information although is good Must be taken out of data Either from an old book Or one's own adventure So whenever we saw him come Each of us expected some Kind of education of a sort And we did have what we sought But come what may In case your mind no dey After every lengthy speech A contract was there to breach A lie to be told alas With a bit of truth perhaps So anytime you enjoy listening Remember, man no dey chop stories!
It is our desire to poetically inspire, motivate, intrigue, inform and educate with fun and pun. Your delay in life should not put you to dismay. God takes time but He surely hears you and comes when it is your day.